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Heatwave,14 July 2012
If you trust you are the ocean you are not afraid of the waves.
Years from it all
Years from It All I think we loved so blindly, every one of us meaning to explore the other’s face but knocking over everything in the way. Now each of us, building dark images of what we think happened. I heard a song today that played when we were young. It made me...
Poem
A poem is never finished, only abandoned. -Paul Valéry This quote was given to me from Jacqueline, Thank you
Secrets
Our earth is floating in a cloud of abandoned electronic messages and images. Let us hope it stays there suspended by invisible threads of the web, the web which comes ever closer to enveloping us. Can you surrender to that possibility? The idea that anyone could find...
Tree of life
All theory is grey. The tree of life is green, my friends!" - Goethe
WOW
An article about the World of wearable art was published in the magazine ," "living in style/plaisir de vivre". Here is the link :https://www.bloomfelt.com/images/media/Living_w_Style_may2012.pdf
Time
20:42 ,1 of june 2012 The days are long but the years are short
Soul
If the soul is a window— How to keep the window clean? How to open the window? How to go outside and still be inside? Mark nepo.
Home,15 Mai 2012
Everything’s mine though just on loan, nothing for the memory to hold, though mine as long as I look. Inexhaustible, unembracable, but particular to the smallest fiber, grain of sand, drop of water – landscapes. I won’t retain one blade of grass as it’s truly seen....
Back home ,Canada ,10 Mai 2012
The Sunlight on the Garden The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and...
only from the heart you can touch the sky
[Last day in Australia ,] Let not pious judge the meek, Each for his own deeds will speak. Whether I am good or bad,you judge yourself, You reap what you sow,find what you seek.. From a Persian poem.
Last days in Melbourne ,Mai 2012
Stretch